Lyrics:
I'ma have to rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, yeah
Rack it up, flip it rack it up, flip it
Stack it up, flip it rack it up, flip it
My shooters with
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up we about to get it on
Let me see you 1, 2 step
I love it when you 1, 2 step
Everybody 1, 2 step we
covered the bull
And her vertebrae broke and I'm hitting that
Everyday wake up get high and
Then touch me a 10
And I did it by myself I'm not splitting it
One, two, three, let's go
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake,
nigga, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We thirty deep, lil' nigga, we ain't fightin' fair
You better holla at your partners
pick me up, in your truck, I wanna drive
Let's hit a buck ten again down 55
That's my little rock 'n' roll right there
Crank it 'til the speakers
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I'm keepin' my word
Can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me
tapping our computers and telephones
What is Al Queda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by our government's
bitch with a shank, fuck it up (fuck it up)
I bought the lil' bitch a bag, make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck
big stacks, money long bitches got no kick back
Big drip, lil fish, frying bitches, call em' lil' chips, flip it, dip it, he know bbl always kiss it
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
One, two, three, let's go
Lil' mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake,
When the day is over,
I like to ease my mind
By jucin' up my system,
With the beat of a heavy kind
I smack a bottle open,
I crank the hi-fi high
tell you
All right, well, it's five o'clock, let's go somewhere
I'm ready, crank it up
Let's get out of here
I'm gone
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
the car by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike,
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
in the kitchen ordering takeaway
I've got The Life of Pablo on
Crank up the splendour
On days you won't remember
Give a little fiddle til' your
Yeah, you know what's goin' on
B-word (That's a lil harsh)
I'm here with Lilcockpump, the AC's on
I think it's like, 6 in the mornin'
I'm sleepy
family don't get the cash
And burn it to the floor
Black 4s laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight carats, immaculate paystubs
Them niggas do
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
DJ, please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G-Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (come on)
Is it worth it, let me
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